Let the rain caress your eyelids
and let the humidity penetrate your temple,
let your feet walk barefoot tonight,
don't stop them if they start running.
Let the wish come true for once,
let the silence whisper to you again,
let your absence sink into a depression,
let the child or what you have inside is born again.
Let people pass by on both sides without touching you
and let the neon of the night shine on your skin,
let the doubt in your mind not ask
and don't let him get stuck, don't even speak
and let him die just this once.
Let the cars splash you when they pass by,
let them wet your laughter, with their fucking haste before biting
that apple poisoned by a fucking Tuesday,
let them wonder what you're doing on the street,
don't let them notice that detail.
That this is a walk like the ones before,
that no one looks for, no one wants to find,
that everything is poured into an empty glass,
that there is no more It's nostalgia than that of getting lost.
If a memory hurts, forgetfulness cures you,
if your head hurts, Hemicraneal is fine.
If you're looking for help, badass, tonight I'm alone.

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